Chapter 3:Bathroom secret

I locked the bathroom door and leaned against it, breathing fast. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. How could this be happening? The man who took my virginity last night the one who fucked me so hard that I screamed “daddy” and begged for more was my boyfriend’s father. Damien Rivera. I felt sick with guilt and shame. My legs still felt weak from remembering his thick cock stretching me.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Elara,” a deep voice said quietly. “Open the door. We need to talk.”

It was Damien. My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to see him, but I also didn’t want anyone at the party to notice something was wrong. With shaking hands, I unlocked the door just a little. Damien pushed it open gently and stepped inside, then closed and locked it behind him. The bathroom suddenly felt too small. He was so tall and close. I could smell his cologne the same one from last night.

He looked at me with those dark, intense eyes. A small smile played on his lips, but it wasn’t kind. It was teasing.

“Does your boyfriend know you fucked me last night?” he asked softly, his voice low and calm.

The words hit me like a slap. Anger rushed through me. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

“You’re an asshole!” I whispered angrily. “That’s your son! How can you say that?”

Damien didn’t even flinch. He touched his cheek where my hand had left a red mark, then looked back at me with the same calm expression.

“I know I have a son,” he said. “But before you met Kael, you were busy fucking a stranger last night. You pulled me into that kiss. You begged me to take you to the hotel. You spread your legs and screamed for me to fuck you harder. You even called me daddy while your tight little pussy was clenching around my cock. It was no mistake, Elara. You wanted it. You loved every second.”

Tears filled my eyes. I remembered everything so clearly now the way I undressed myself in the elevator, how wet I got when he pushed inside me, how I moaned and begged for more even though it was my first time. My face burned with shame.

“Please… don’t tell him,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “It was a mistake. I was drunk. I was saving myself for Kael. Please, just forget it happened.”

Damien stepped closer. His tall body almost touched mine. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and serious now.

“I won’t tell him… for now,” he said quietly. “But you need to know the truth about my son. Kael is not the good boyfriend you think he is.”

I pushed past him and unlocked the door. “Leave me alone,” I said, my voice shaking. I quickly stepped out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there alone.

The party was still loud. Music blasted from the speakers. People were laughing and dancing. I looked around for Kael, but he was nowhere to be found. I checked the living room, the kitchen, even the balcony. Nothing.

“Are you looking for him?” a familiar deep voice asked from behind me.

I turned around. Damien was standing there again, holding a glass of water like nothing had happened.

“Can you please leave me alone for once?” I snapped, trying to keep my voice low so no one would hear.

Damien didn’t move. He looked at me with that same serious expression. “Or maybe he is busy hooking up with some girl right now.”

My mouth fell open. “What? How can you say something like that about your own son? What kind of father are you?”

“I’m just trying to warn you,” he said calmly. “I know who my son is. He’s a playboy. He uses girls and throws them away. You seem like a nice girl, Elara. You deserve better than that.”

I felt so angry. My hands shook. “If your plan is to deceive me just so you can sleep with me again, then you’re lying. I don’t believe you.”

Damien gave a small, sad smile. He didn’t argue. He just nodded once and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I stood there feeling confused and mad. Part of me wanted to believe Kael was different. We had only been dating for one week, but he seemed sweet. I took out my phone and tried calling Kael. It rang and rang, but he didn’t answer. I sent a text: “Where are you? I’m at the party.”

No reply.

I thought about what Damien had said. Was Kael really with another girl right now? On his own birthday? I shook my head and brushed the thought away. Damien was probably just saying those things to get close to me again. He was the bad one here not Kael. I was sure of it.

The party continued around me, but I felt completely alone. My body still remembered Damien’s touch from last night. Every time I moved, I could feel a dull ache between my legs that reminded me of how hard he had fucked me. I tried to ignore it and smiled at some of Kael’s friends, pretending everything was normal.

But deep inside, I was scared. The secret was already burning inside me, and I didn’t know how long I could keep it hidden.